Article and Photography by Rennsteig Trophy

We start at 7. Tradition says everone who does the Rennsteig has to pick a stone from river Werra and has to drop it into river Saale at the end of it. Alright, we do it.

After passing an ugly ski-ressort around noon wheather does not want to follow forecast and it starts raining. With hail. For the rest of the day. Lars and Mario quit. Dumb Michi, Ulf and me ride on, soaked, freezig. And loose the way. Again and again. And then it gets dark, that was not planned and so we have only one little lamp just to be seen. After one hour riding in darkest night we also have to quit, only 11 km missing to the finish.

Upshot? A true “brovet”, great route, great adventure. Good boys. And always carry rain gear with you and a lamp. We had only a little bottle of bourbon. We will come back to do the last 11 km.

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Article and Photography by Yeti Rides

For quite some time now we have had plans for riding the ice roads between the Åland Islands and Turku by bike. For this to succeed a very cold winter is needed. Last winter did not, according to our information, have good enough ice. This winter started out very promising, but a warmer period did not inspire much hope. The ice cover and thickness still grew all the time and the weather cooled down. Currently the ice cover of the Baltic Sea is the largest since 1987, so the time had finally come. Read More

Article and Photography by Zen On Dirt

Current location and activity: Sitting in a sunny yurt watching storms move up the valley while sun shines on our deck while a beautiful bluebird hangs out, pooping on the rails.

Today was a 14 mile day. Tomorrow will be about 15 miles, mostly downhill. Today was not mostly downhill. We’re tired and we know it. Plus, how could we pass up the chance to spend a night in the Colorado Trail Friend’s Yurt. In 2011 during the CTR, Jarral had tried to explain the location of the yurt to me as we were eating dinner at Spring Creek Pass. I couldn’t find it in the dark and ended up bivying a couple hundred yards from it. Now, they’ve moved it farther up the hill so that the giant windows allow for views of the mighty San Juans. It sleeps 8 and we’re thinking Team Blueberry might make it here tonight, but for now, it’s a peaceful escape from the incessant wind that’s been blowing all day.
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Article and Photography by interpedalers

Often I would much rather just watch the sunrise then ride for PBs. Today was one of those days. Rise before the sun does, head towards the coast, up and over the gateway motorway, out to the coast and along the walkway, and arrive just in time to catch the sunrise, take lots of cliche bike photos, now ride home slowly with a great deal of satisfaction.  Read More

Article and Photography by While Out Riding

Uyuni – Isla Incahuasi – Llica – Chalacallo – Coipasa – Sabaya

Cycling atop the salt crust of the Bolivia’s Salar de Uyuni – and the more petite but perfectly formed Salar de Coipasa – is an undisputed highlight of many a South America journey. It’s a ride that takes four days, in our case segmented with the cacophony of a typically spirited and drunken festival in the midway settlement of Llica.

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 Article and Photography by Cani Sciolti Valtellina

Words by Pagha / Pictures by Cello & Pagha’s been months we’ve been thinking about doing the Tremola.. it was initially supposed to be a two day ride.. road bikes and gears… two days earlier, after a few beers, we started talking about the next ride and the Tremola came to mind.. ‘yeah Captain, why not? But..which bike?’ ..the Captain states: ‘I  don’t answer to these questions..’. if you want to understand, understand because those who had to understand, they already understood it.. (quote from the one who had to come but bailed at the end …) Read More

Article by interpedalers | Photography by interpedalers

Where else can you find a ‘mountain’ just a few kilometres from the city that offers a closed loop, free of cars, with a steep backside as well as a gradual rise on the frontside, catering equally to the big ring riders and casual cruisers alike? Thanks to its proximity to the city, quiet roads and steep gradient, Mt Coot-Tha attracts hundreds of cyclists each morning for their daily smash-fest, making ‘Coots’ Brisbane’s favourite hill climb. Read More

Article by Rodeo Adventure Labs / Photography by Ryan Cathrall and Reid Neureiter

We did it. At first it was a joke, just something funny someone said on a ride.

Let’s climb Mount Evans on B-Cycles!

We all laughed. Then some time passed in it burned in our brains like some sort of crazy ulcer. We wondered if maybe it was possible. No doubt it was a “bad idea”, but was it do-able anyway? We chatted about it more. Hundreds of comments and thoughts were exchanged online and off.

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Article by interpedalers | Photography by interpedalers

There’s nothing quite like waking well before everyone else, climbing up through the hills in the darkness, not car in sight, just the sounds of birds, rolling wheels and my Di2 groupset shifting through the gears. Years ago if you asked me to get out of bed at 4:30am and go ride a bike for 5 hours I would have told you to jump, these days I can’t seem to turn off my body clock or sleep in any later than 6am, and by that stage you would have missed half the morning already!

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 Article and Photography by interpedalers

It had probably been 20 years since I last visited Bundaberg; certainly long enough to forget all of its subtle charm. I thought of Bundaberg as just a big Rum town, but its endless fields of sugar cane and beautiful rocky coastline put a whole new spin on the place. Read More

Article and Photography by Yukon Frolics

Through more good fortune than anything else, someone cancelled their trip into Rose lake cabin this pat weekend, and I was able to weasel into their place .

Conditions were perfect. The weather was perfect, and Josh, Sierra and Tony were stoked for a trip up the Watson river, overnight in the Rose lake cabin, then out. I suggested going back out the Watson, as my previous foray into the Rose creek valley had shown it to be a snow-less, tussocked slog fest.

However, Sierra was keen on the full loop, and who am I to argue against a good suffer-fest? Saturday dawned stellar and -20C, but a late start had up spinning up the Watson river trail in noon-ish warmth. Did I mention the trails were as good as winter trails can get? We could have ridden cyclo-x bikes in there.

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Article by interpedalers | Photography by interpedalers

Riding for enjoyment is a lot more satisfying than trying to hang on to your backyard KOMs. Someone is always faster! I get sick of riding the same route week after week, so I try and mix it up with some hills, coastal cruises and the local crit. Brisbane has some great bike paths on offer; Kedron Brook Cycleway, River Loop (Bicentennial Bikeway), Centenary Bikeway, and my personal favourite – Jim Soorley Bikeway. I don’t often ride it, even though its literally a stones throw away, but when I do it reminds me why I like love the ride. 11 km of car free pleasure from Nundah to Nudgee Beach – best experienced at sunrise, like all costal rides, of course! Read More

Article and Photography by Hoffisterei

Mid-january ride of the M&M’s (Michi, Mario and Me) to the lakes. They said there will be some sun today. Read More

Article and Photography by Off Route

 In late October, 1520, Ferdinand Magellan and his fleet of three round hulled carracks and a caravel, having already quelled a mutiny and wrecked a fifth ship, pulled west around Cape Virgines and into the Straight of Magellan. They sailed into a new ocean, which earned its name on that unusually calm day, after thirty-four days. The fourth ship deserting back to Spain, three remaining ships set out across this unknown ocean. They would not see land for 98 days – that is, those who would ever see land again. That was pure adventure. They were space-traveler, floating blindly and under-supplied into the mystery. Read More

 Article and Photography by Zen On Dirt

Tomorrow is going to be a hungry day. But that’s okay, because we have our tarp up, a fire going, dinner cooking, and it’s raining.

We’d gotten to the base of a surprise climb, as in “Surprise! You didn’t look at the map close enough and didn’t realize you had a 1,000 feet to climb and then four miles of traversing high on the divide before you really get to drop down for the day”. We were filling up on water and had determined that we’d need to fill up completely to be able to make dinner, breakfast, and make it to the next water source. I picked up my bag with 100 oz of water in it – Hey, it looks really grim and gray up on the divide, how about we call it early, go back to that beautiful camp site we saw 25 yards ago, and make a fire instead of climbing and getting stormed on up high? Read More